After a slightly flippant start to the blog, something a bit more heartfelt. Next month we're holding a naming ceremony (essentially a secular christening) for our daughter. This is a poem I wrote to try to capture what I want to say, with apologies to W.B. Yeats.
If I could spin a thread of hard-won lessons
And stretch them taut on some celestial loom
And weave a weft of hopes and dreams
Knot them with wisdom
Sing the colours of success and happiness
Tie back the loose ends of misfortune
What a rich tapestry it would be
And how it would smother you
So though I spread them before you
A loose skein of experience earned, choices made, of hopes and fears
Do not tread softly, though you tread on my dreams
Test them with the weight of your ambition. Tear them up if you find them wanting
Run roughshod across them towards your own dreams
And if they bring you closer, it will have been enough
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